The fog had finally dispersed.
That was her first teardrop in the human world.
The foxes of the Snow Mountain never cried, because the Snow Mountain was a haven to all foxes. They lived there in peace and serenity, ignorant to all hardships, farewells and pain.
Xiao Bai continued forward. The dust on the ground moved out of her way, leaving her shoes as spotless as before.
Right then, a hand appeared to tug at the corner of her shirt.
Xiao Bai looked down and saw an old man as old as the Grandmother. Wait... that was not the right statement. The Grandmother was old, but her old age came with her vast power. The Grandmother was the strongest and most powerful entity on the Snow Mountain. Standing next to her, one would be overwhelmed by her immense vitality. On the contrary, one could only detect loneliness and melancholy from this old man.
It was the kind of sorrow that indicated the end of a life.
